morning drizzzles,
thy palms gather droplet,
sun sizzles behind the scarlet,
purple from thy palm, trickles down the earth,
it must come with a promise of birth.

here i'm waiting,
here's my palm.
oh it's raining ,
but the drops never come.
let me cry, admist the rain,
"why am i dry?"

khudra ami tuccho noe ohe brihotprana,

antaheen e hariye jete neiko kono mana.

neel chadorer chandni raate tomar mukhe haasi,

ghum na asha pran bole jay tomay bhaobashi.

tomar pane takiye thaki daona dekha tumi,

klanto niron shanto choke obak maruvumi.

raat gache mor diner sathe ghum nei ar chokhe,

bindu bindu santo chokhe jol ashe kon dukhe?

khudro ami tucho noi ohe brihot prana,

asim premer swapnoogulo dayje mone hana...

hariye giye bare bare khuje pete chai,

tomoar buke ekti bar jodi jayga khuje pai.

dana mele hariye jabo tomar ashim buke,

amae tumi ar parbena edik odik deke.

khudro ami tuccho noi ohe brihot prana,

hariye jawar ullash neije tomar jana.

boshe achi tomae lagi sunno pane cheye,

ashibe jaani songe tobe prostuti loye.

chomokiya tumi dakibe more debonai ami shara,

tumi hoibe pagol para,

dekhiya aloke jhoribe paloke tomari ashru dhara,

tumi juraibe mamo pran,

diyach tomare je byatha ta nohe mlan,

tobu jhoribe abiram,

dite tari protidan:

tomari dukkhe amari sukhosnan.

when you are awake,

not waking.

when you are not asleep,

still sleeping.

when you are alone amidst the crowd,

when you smell the silence in the loud.

when you cry with the joy,

and

smile in sheer destroy...

you are the painter,

you are the paint.

you are the sinner,

you are the saint.

the end is easy,

the start is tough

we are crushed in the middle of the rough.

ghumiye achi,

bhor belae kobita eshe daray dorjay-

"kigo kobi aj amae amay aakbena?

aaj tomae patay sajabo na?

amar pran rangabo tomae diye,

amar atmar pabitra astoron hobe tumi..

ami kobi nai ba holam,

tomar kobita to hote parbo..

loke amar shukkho astiter opor hatbe..

bolona parbena likhte amae?"

past, past, past ...

in the morning i started waking against the past

down the memory lane...

reached a moment i had left unknowingly...

still praying my return... IT smiled and said: "i knew you would come"

my futile existence lashed me.

i cant hold to the past,

i cant belong to the present...

i'm nowhere.

aamar prothom tomake brishtite bhijte dekha,

prothom sital usnatar alingon:

sedin parini bhijte...

ami ekhono se sitol bindur ghran pai,

chute jai brishti te.. tomay pabo,

usnata periye ek usnatay...

tomar astitwa khuje pai bindu bindu jole..

amar buk beye tumi mojjay..

dhue nie jao amay.

amar astitor dhulikona mishe jak tomar brishti te...

milito hoar bedona dhuye jak tomar brishtir jole,

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